#under the guise of merle

[tinapaysmp]

Empires smp Headcanons

Been having all of these in mind for a LONG long while. Many of these have been built up over the past months after reading different headcanons, fics, and content, along with my obsession over world building and fictional politics. So I feel like I need to make my own set of headcanons and AUs especially with a (maybe) future project related to this world.

So first I'm gonna lay out the basic politics in this world, starting out with which emperor is and isn't mortal. Why is that important? Well let's see,

(Important to note that I haven't watched every pov so there might be some holes and inaccuracies to canon here and there)

First of, most of the empires and nations could be categorized as either ruled by mortals or immortals/semi-immortals.

Mortals are typically the rulers of Pixandria, Mazelea, Mythland, Gilded Helianthia, the Lost Empire, the Crystal Cliffs, and the Grimlands.

Meanwhile Rivendell, The Codlands, The Overgrown, The Undergrove, and The Ocean Empire have semi-immortal rulers. Semi-immortal meaning that they live longer lives compared to the average human.

However, this is different from the Ocean and Codlands. For example, the merlings of the ocean empire and Codlands aren't as immortal as their rulers (Lizzie and Jimmy) but only have longer life spans in comparison.

Historically there has been 5 nations that have major political, cultural, and magical influences on the continent, Rivendell, Mazelea, The Ocean Empire, The  Lost Empire, and Mythland.

The Grimlands however has gained prominence for the past couple of decades due to their exports on gunpowder, weaponry, and technology. Primarily a farming nation, today people of different nations would travel to the Grimlands just to study advance redstone tech.

The Crystal Cliffs used to be an autonomous region from the Grimlands. They were given independence by the Grimlands peacefully after an agreement between the Count and Head Wizard. Most of the residents are of Grimland heritage, however the region has heavy Elven and Fae influences.

The political affairs of the Crystal Cliffs are handled by the Head Wizard, who is chosen by Gandalf (an immortal cat) in a ceremony. It is important for the Head Wizard to find a balance and intervene between the mortals and immortals. This typically leads to the Crystal Cliffs being neutral in most conflicts.

In a unique sense, the Crystal Cliffs is ruled by both a mortal (the head wizard) and an immortal (Gandalf the cat).

Gilded Helianthia used to be under the Empire of Mythland until they declared independence from them. This revolution was supported by Rivendell, the Overgrown, and the Codlands.

Rivendell saw the revolution by the Helianthians as a good way to cripple Mythland’s expanding influence from the northwest, and by extension, the Blood Sheep’s influence.

The Overgrown, headed by House Blossom, aided in the conflict because of the good relations between the Fae and the Helianthians. Helianthia had a culture and religion that closely respects nature, something that the Fae favored.

The Codland emperor meanwhile just did not like Mythland. They’ve been in conflict for centuries and Jimmy jumped on the opportunity to own Mythland somehow.

So Jimmy had his people fighting on the north, warding off Mazaelean forces from aiding Mythland.

His sister remained neutral during this period, however gave aid by sending troops to Codland in guise of Codlanders returning from the Ocean pilgrimage.

Important to note, all of this event happened two generation before Scott’s time period. So this would include Katherine, who avoids conflicts at all cost.

During this period, Mythland’s empire stretched to the west of the jungle, a territory that used to belong to the Lost Empire.

Mythland didn’t wanted to let go of the Helianthian region due to the fertile soil from the flood plains. The region produces majority of the wheat and other food products that Mythland heavily relies on to feed their populous and armies. This has been Mythland’s advantage over several nations and many nations also relied on Mythland for this.

Mythland in this conflict was supported by the Grimlands and Mazaelea. The Grimland was in a centuries long alliance meanwhile Mazaelea had a treaty with them.

The produce from the Grimlands aided Mythland in the war when they lost access to Helianthia’s farmlands.

This made the Fae and Elven armies advance to the southern jungles of the collapsing Lost Empire, intercepting Grimland exports to the north.

The Lost Empire was primarily neutral to the conflict. The rulers found the advancing Elven and Fae armies alarming and asked a meeting with the leaders of both nations.

They signed a treaty with them that the region will be given back to the Lost Empire if they allowed their armies to cut off the Grimlands' exports of potatoes to Mythland and Mazaelea.

This led to a great lost in Mythland, eventually giving Gilded Helianthia its independence.

The surrender also had Mythland give up a region of the jungle back to the Lost Empire (these territories did not lasted in their hands for too long due to internal politics and went back to Mythland within 20 years) along with disputed territories with Codlands.

For a long period after the revolution, Helianthia had hostilities with Mythland. This eventually mellowed out over a few centuries and nowadays the two nations are political allies that do regular trade with each other.

At one point in history, Mythland had a queen consort from Helianthia. This Helianthian queen helped Gilded Helianthia eased into the Wither Rose Alliance, allowing the nation to gain more trade and military benefits from the Grimlands.

The Wither Rose Alliance is a centuries old ally ship created mainly by the rulers of the Grimlands and Mythland before the Crystal Cliffs separated from the former. The alliance was created due to having a shared enemy with the Cod empire and to strengthen trade and military support.

The Crystal Cliffs originally was not a part of the alliance after their independence due to the nation’s desire to stay neutral. The nation only joined 5 decades after the Helianthian War of independence.

#empires smp #empires smp headcanon #wither rose alliance #gilded helianthia #mythland #empires jimmy #empires solidarity #esmp #empires smp headcanons #bread.txt #AND THERE! *phew* #this was a lot to make but it's only scratching the surface #I hope this wasn't too boring #also hoping that people wouldn't mind my portrayal of mythland and gilded helianthia #I read this idea from a fic I've read (go to my inbox for the link) #And well #I like the idea of putting more history different from what we're used to in canon #'cause yeah alliances change over time and history and nations are forever changing #Idk I hope I'm making sense and I hope you all enjoy this #now I'll be off making dinner

[myriadxofxmuses]

Impressed (for Daryl)

From X

When Daryl was younger, he was always the strong, silent type - much like he is today. Except around his brother, Merle. Who, in all honesty, did enough talking for the both of them so there really hadn't been a need for Daryl to come out of his shell around him. Especially since he was usually an asshole and scared away any potential friends, let alone significant others. But somehow Merle's inability to give a fuck rubbed off on him during those moments and Daryl fell right in line with him - whether he agreed with him or not.

But there was one time he went against Merle. And very publicly too. The one and only time in fact. They'd been in high school and there was a new girl in his class. One that hadn't known of the Dixon reputation. Not yet anyway. She was funny and smart and friendly and attractive. He really liked her and his hope was that he could get something going before she found out about his kin. And before Merle could fuck it up for him.

At lunch one day, he saw her sitting in the quad solo, seemingly studying while she ate. It'd taken him half the period to get up enough courage to go up to her. And surprisingly things had been going well. He wasn't tripping over his words. Their conversation was running smoothly - the two actually having more in common than he thought. He even managed to help her a little with her studies; although even he was shocked he knew anything about the subject. He couldn't have asked for a better outcome.

That was until Merle showed up.

He never though it possible, but his brother was being even more of an asshole than usual. As soon as Merle saw Daryl was talking to a girl, he held nothing back - exposing some of his little brother's most mortifying secrets, all under the feigned guise of wingman. Daryl's cheeks reddened with anger and embarrassment as Merle went on, until he could no longer hold it in and exploded.

The quad seemed to go silent as he yelled at Merle, airing all of his dirty laundry. And unfortunately, in the process, he let his crush know just how shitty the Dixon reputation was. She quietly left the scene as a crowd gathered and opted from further conversing with Daryl thanks to the fight.

#sorry it took so long to do this. It was such a good one that I wanted to do it right. : ) #lunarruled #[the only one zen: daryl]

[gangbadoy]

"I have done nothing the last twelve years but wait for myself be myself again."

(paraphrasing Georgia O'Keefe regarding summer.)

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I have under my belt 100 teacher training hours of "Restorative Yoga for the Elderly." I made it my excuse to live and study in Singapore some time in 2011 under the guise of wanting to guide my Mom to gently stretch in her old age. Her Alzheimer's was detected early so I think (looking back) this was my mad scramble to fight the anxiety that came with my Mom's diagnosis. Pattern shows that my default coping mechanism is to study. 🤷🏻‍♀️

She was still all right then, save for a worrisome fall (which prompted the revealing brain scan) and the usual forgetfulness that comes with being a Mom (aka kulit) - she was definitely still A1, tiptop, sharp as they come.

Most of us kids went to Singapore with her that year, my brothers to catch the F1 in Sepang, and the girls stayed in our Ate's apartment. Mom made us walk and walk and walk and walk around Singapore because walking was her thing. She super enjoyed wading around that fake beach shoreline in Vivo City's rooftop - when she waved at me to join her, and I said, "Is the water chlorinated?" She rolled her eyes at me - without saying a word she commanded me to take my shoes off, put them aside, and wade shin deep across a mall pond to her side.

We (again) walked and walked and walked in circles, mall-water sloshing the tips of our jeans chatting about real beaches we've been to.

Even though she thought it silly that I was studying superslow yoga in a Buddhist temple she still humored me by doing the stretches I taught her. She was often distracted and impatient and would say "let's just have coffee and chat" instead. When I was done with the teacher training course, I showed her my certificate and she asked me solemnly if I converted to Buddhism; it turned out she was worried that I was going to that Buddhist campus everyday for faith reasons. I assured her I wasn't and slightly reprimanded her because even if I did decide to become Buddhist she should still love me. (my turn to roll my eyes) 😉 She looked relieved.

I usually let Mom have her way, in fact many of our "scheduled yoga sessions" ended up being long walks around our village and then we'd end up in our parish church somehow (coincidentally daw) always in time for 6pm mass. 😳

I'd often hear her tell my brothers saying, "Na isahan ko si Gangging, akala niya walking-walking lang kami, tapos napasimba ko bigla!" then she'd laugh her infectious laugh while I pretend to look like I lost a championship match. She enjoyed winning, and though it was WAY different when I was younger (I may have inherited this 'win or die' gene from her) but when we both got older I (surprise surprise) learned to enjoy losing to her.

I vividly remember the last long walk we took (I didn't know then that it was to be the last but maybe I did) - Brother (JunBads) and I took one elbow each and we walked slowly up and down our street. I remember she told Merl (her trusty healthcare partner) that she need not come along and to stay home because she'll be okay with us kids. I didn't think much of it then but I think that was probably her telling Merl how happy she is that we were both there to accompany her on her usual walk.

While walking I asked her why she didn't use a cane or a walker and she said "What for? I have lots of children, five for each arm." 🥹 She would point to our shadows - stretching and fading, shrinking and moving as we walked beneath streetlamp after streetlamp. She said "I'm really the shortest now! I'm even shorter than my last two eggs." (again, the laugh) 🪺

She referred to us (Brother and me, her 2nd batch kids, number 9 and number 10) collectively as "her last two eggs." It became a joke that always showed up in our Easter cards and even in the dwindling text greetings.

I stopped doing yoga completely as things got busier, Mom got less and less mobile, and I was getting more and more ill at ease with silence, stillness scared me; I hated the quiet because I was wrestling with anticipatory grief. (More on this another time, remind me to write about it.) I stayed in the noise and the funk and the speed and the dribble and the hustle and the mess of the crowd - all so I don't need to feel the crush of the Alzheimer's wall closing in, so I don't always feel the fear of what was to come.

I just spent my first Easter Sunday without my Mom; this 'massive missing' rendered me either weepy or snippy most of Holy Week. I'm sure she's rolling her eyes again at me from wherever.

1229am SAT

6 April 2024

#rockedphilippines #gangbadoy

[barry-j-blupjeans]

hiraeth + any of the IPRE :0?

hiraeth - a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past

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"Y'know," Merle started, watching Davenport blink a few times to wake himself back up. "This sky kinda looks like the one back home."

"Does it?" Davenport asked, squinting up at it.

Their campfire was dwindling slightly, leaving the air around them smokey. They had made camp on a bed of pine needles and mulch- Merle had picked the spot and Davenport had been tired enough to not complain about it.

They had gone out under the guise of finding the Light somewhere deeper into these woods. But Merle knew it was just a ploy to give Davenport a break. Lucretia had spotted the Light fall to the east and they were certain that they could retrieve it in the few days it'd take Merle and Davenport to go on this "mission" and come back. Lucretia herself had asked Merle to stay with Davenport. Merle would have done it anyway, but her "you're the best at emotional support" kind of pushed him over.

"Yeah," Merle said, reaching up a hand to point at a clump of stars. "Lookit- that one looks like Pan."

"I didn't know there was a constellation of Pan," Davenport said dryly.

"Of course there is!" Merle said, throwing both his hands up. "There's some for all the gods, obviously! Though, I always thought it wasn't fair that, uh, what's his face? Reggie Fitzpatrick? Thought it was unfair that he got like, seven constellations when Pan only got two."

"I'm not sure that's a real god," Davenport said, glancing at him. Merle made another grand gesture at the sky to get Davenport's attention back to it.

"What's your favorite?" Merle asked.

"My favorite god?"

"Your favorite constellation, Cap!" Merle laughed. "Look, that one's mine- well, not exactly the same, it's missin' a pipe. But it's the Pan Pipes!" Merle traced out the lines with his hand. "I always try to look for that one in new worlds, but this is the closest I've got, I think. So how about you? What's your favorite?"

"Uh," Davenport said. "Well, I guess it's always been the Crasher, but." He looked away from the sky, back towards Merle. Merle met his gaze. "Merle, what are we doing? This isn't- this isn't our sky. I'm not comfortable-"

"Whazzit look like?" Merle interrupted.

"Merle-"

"Whazzit look like, Dav," Merle said, a little more firmly. "Stop looking all sad and start looking up! Figurative, but also literally in this case. What'd'ya see?"

"Seven stars, kinda rounded in a half-circle," Davenport said, pulling his gaze back to the sky. He searched through the stars for anything even remotely similar. "Like a wave crashing against the shore. And there were two stray stars nearby. Some people said they were seashells, others said they represented the sun and the moon."

"Kinda clustery at the base?" Merle asked. "Like sea foam?"

"Yeah," Davenport said. "I don't think we're gonna-"

"There," Merle said, pointing up again. Davenport followed his finger, squinting. And sure enough, there was the Crasher. Except the two seashell-stars were gone completely. A selfish part of Davenport hoped that the Hunger had blinked them out of existence instead of them just not being there."

"Oh," Davenport said.

"Told you!" Merle said, a little smug. "What'd'ya like about that one? Like, what's its story?"

"I guess it just reminds me of home," Davenport whispered, unable to look away now.

"Home's a pretty good place to start a story," Merle said.

#davenport #merle highchurch #taz #taz balance #taz stolen century #mine #asks #ise cube writing #finnrnertens

[starlessea]

Here Comes the Sun: XVIII. Seven Nation Army (Daryl Dixon/Reader)

Series Masterlist: Here Comes the Sun

Summary: Daryl Dixon scares the hell out of you climbing out of that damn creek. It takes hauling his ass halfway across Georgia and taking a bullet for him to realise that you're not half bad. He slowly starts to come around, despite grumbling about how much he doesn't like your singing, or that you can't use a gun for shit - and don't get him started on that ugly yellow tent of yours. It takes him a while before he starts to see for himself that he's found a best friend for life, and that he doesn't actually mind the colour yellow that much, after all.

Words: 6040

Chapter Warnings: Language, Not full-on nsfw but QUITE SPICY, Some canon divergence.

"You're good with 'er." Daryl said, like the words had just slipped from his mouth without him realising.

You held Judy in your arms, cradling her against your chest as she looked up at you with wide, innocent eyes. Daryl seemed equally as mesmerised by the baby, as he stroked his thumb over her supple cheek and watched her give him a gummy smile in return.

You glanced over at the man, leaning against him where he stood. "So are you." You told him, but he shook his head in response.

"Nah I ain't." He muttered, his gaze still resting over Judith like she was the most precious thing in the world.

You hummed back, not wanting to break the moment you were having by arguing with him. You wished that things would stay like this forever - that Judith wouldn't cry, and the governor would never come, or that Daryl would not have to leave.

"Where are you going?" You asked the man, as he took a few steps away.

He held up a hand, gesturing for you to wait, and offered a warm smile to reassure you of his return.

"Jus' gimme a minute." He mumbled, walking towards your shared cell.

You raised your eyebrow, watching him disappear behind the bars, before turning your attention back to Judy. You thought that she had Lori's eyes, as they stared up at you in childlike wonder. You continued humming your song to her, now that the man was out of earshot and wouldn't tease you as you sang it. Daryl had suggested sticking the walkman headphones on her every time she cried, but Carol had scolded him for even thinking of the idea. You giggled, remembering the exchange, and how you just watched the two of them get along like old friends whilst you sat in the corner bouncing Judith over your lap.

Daryl came back not even a few minutes later, dragging his rucksack over the floor. He didn't have many possessions to begin with, so you cocked your head in his direction - confused about what could possibly be in there. He returned to your side, resting his arm around your shoulder as he hovered over it to make a face at Judith. You giggled, wondering what the others would say if they had the pleasure of seeing Daryl like this. Though, at the same time, you almost wanted to be completely selfish and not share that side of him with anyone.

You watched as the man fumbled around in the backpack for a bit, before pulling out a familiar, child-size sheriff's hat that couldn't possibly fit on his head. He grinned at you, taking in the way your eyes lit up in response.

"Said we'd give it to lil' asskicker, didn't we?" He teased, before placing the hat gently over the baby's head.

The sight made you want to melt. Daryl began to call Rick over to see, but you slapped his chest and hushed him before he did, wanting to enjoy the moment for yourselves just a little while longer. Daryl narrowed his eyes at you, but his expression soon softened as he noticed the way you stared down at Judith, who was staring right back. You felt like you were holding the future in your arms - and that future wore a sheriff's hat and went by the name of Judith Grimes. What you wouldn't give for a camera; you wanted so desperately to take a photo of her with her brother, and gift a copy to Rick as a surprise.

Daryl had his hand resting over the small of your back. It had hovered there at first, uneasy as usual, but it seemed like he'd forgotten his shyness for a brief moment as he watched the pair of you. You felt like a makeshift, adoptive family, and you wouldn't want it any other way. The hat started to slip down Judith's head, still too big for her yet, and Daryl tipped it back up gently with his knuckle. It was like an impromptu version of peek-a-boo. Everytime the hat fell and covered her face, Daryl would prop it back into position and the baby would smile. You weren't sure you could take it anymore; the entire exchange felt too adorable to keep from the rest of the group any longer.

Just as you were about to call for them, Judy grabbed onto Daryl's finger with her entire fist - which still wasn't able to close all the way around it. You laughed softly at the man's expression, as he stayed perfectly motionless in fear of making her let go.

"I think she likes her uncle Daryl." You whispered, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek in your attempt to unstick the frozen statue.

To that, you could see a faint blush spread over his skin, but this time you decided not to tease him about it.

The two of you made your way to the communal area after a few more minutes, and the others quickly gathered around to get a look at Judith before they left. It was a nice break from the tension in the atmosphere, and it helped you forget, too. Rick gave his daughter a kiss and headed outside to test the vehicle they'd be driving. 

Soon, the meeting with the governor would be taking place. Andrea had set it up, like she'd promised, and so Rick, Daryl and Hershel would be heading out under the guise of diplomacy. However, you couldn't say for sure that you believed in the plan very much. As you'd all established before, the governor just didn't seem like the type of man who'd let both sides co-exist peacefully.

Carl had taken his sister from you at some point, and you watched as he compared their hats and made Carol laugh with his antics. Behind you, the Greenes were bidding goodbye to their father and reminding him to be careful, and Daryl approached you under the amused eye of Merle.

"Rick says it's time to go." He told you, affirming the words you'd been dreading to hear.

You put on your best, bravest face and shot him a smile that only faltered a little. He caught it, though - he always did. He pulled you into a hug, and you leant your forehead against his chest, feeling his heartbeat there.

"Be safe." You murmured against him. "Come home this time or I'll kill you myself."

The man chuckled, which you felt rumble through his torso. You looked up at him with a playful smile and he caught your lips, giving you a quick kiss there when he thought no one was looking. In moments like these, it was refreshing to get a glimpse of the old, shy Daryl - never wanting to be in the spotlight. You nudged him gently with your elbow, sending him on his way with a teasing ruffle of his hair. Perhaps you were being too nonchalant about the situation, but you didn't want to dwell on it - or you'd become a crumbling mess like the last time.

You stood next to Beth as the rest of the group filtered out, and the others returned back to whatever they'd been doing before. The girl smiled at you, watching the way your eyes followed Daryl's back as he left the cell block.

"I'll never get used to that." She said quietly, looking between the two of you.

You thought that she'd perhaps seen the exchange take place, but you couldn't really say that you minded.

"Me neither." You confessed, and Beth giggled in response.

You remembered the jokes you'd shared with her, back at the farmhouse. You'd made a promise to talk to her about boys whenever she was sad, and let her laugh at your misfortune in return. Yet, things hadn't exactly played out like that. Daryl was a world away from those bad experiences you'd once recounted to her, but you somehow seemed even more nervous to talk about him in their place. Perhaps it was because you wanted to keep the man all to yourself, just like earlier - as though the very act of speaking about him would disclose some kind of secret you weren't willing to share. Daryl Dixon was yours, but you felt almost too shy to admit it.

"I used to think that Daryl would be the last man standing." Beth confessed, startling you. "Out of all of us."

You nodded back, letting her words sink in.

"I can see why. He's like a one-man army." You replied with a smirk, thinking back on all the times he had proved himself so.

Though Beth shook her head, seeming to almost disagree with herself. You stayed silent, awaiting her response.

"But I don't think that anymore." She told you, like she was completely certain of herself. "It'll probably be you."

Immediately, you raised an eyebrow, wondering if you'd misheard her. Beth's expression didn't change, so you let out a snort in disbelief - amused by the seriousness of it all.

"Me?" You repeated, looking over at her like she'd gone mad. "Why's that?"

The youngest Greene bit her lip, as if deliberating whether to tell you her next words. Eventually, she gave you a light-hearted smile, as though having finally decided to reveal a secret.

"Because there's no way Daryl would let you go down before he did."

You spent the majority of your time waiting in your cell, trying to keep yourself busy by cleaning it up. Daryl had hauled his mattress into the room, and the two of you had abandoned the bunk frame in favour of pushing the two beds together on the floor - creating a makeshift double. You'd also stolen an extra sheet from the laundry room and hung it over your doorway for some privacy. It was still a far cry from the decor of Hershel's farmhouse, but it was starting to feel more comfortable nonetheless. Daryl had given you some thin rope from his rucksack, too, so you'd been able to replace the fraying string from which your polaroids had been strung up. It still wasn't a home yet, but it could be. 

The last few days had been tense, so you couldn't blame yourself for slumping down onto the mattress and staring up into a starless, stone sky for a while. You followed the cracks on the ceiling like you were trying to create patterns there, and eventually you felt your eyelids grow heavy as sleep overcame you easier than it had done for as long as you could remember.

When you woke up, the room was dimmer than it had been before, and you thought that it had to be late evening. You'd roused to the sound of footsteps approaching, echoing over the catwalk as though the person wore thick, heavy boots. You smiled to yourself, instantly recognising who they belonged to. The metal doorway squeaked open, and some light filtered in as Daryl lifted the sheet hanging there, letting it fall back down behind him as he entered. You greeted him, but he was wordless in response. He shrugged his leather vest off and let it fall to the floor, not even bothering to place it anywhere.

You raised an eyebrow at the man, debating whether to scold him for making the cell messy when you'd spent your whole day trying to make it nice for him when he got back. Yet, you took one glance at Daryl's face and decided against it. The man looked exhausted. Probably not physically, you realised, but definitely mentally. He seemed to have a permanent scowl tacked onto him, and you could make out the frown lines over his forehead even in the poor lighting. So, you said nothing when the man tugged off his boots and flung them at the wall - where they fell with a thud into a pile.

Sitting up on the mattress, you plumped your pillow against your back and rubbed your eyes. You could almost feel the stress radiating off Daryl as he paced back and forth, so you patted the spot beside you and pulled back the covers to invite him in. He eyed you for a second, as if considering the offer, before taking a seat there. Though, he didn't allow himself to lay down or make himself comfortable, and instead stayed sat over the edge of the mattress with his back to you. Slowly, you crawled over to him, before perching on your knees and resting your head on his shoulder. 

"How'd it go?" You whispered, but knew you could probably guess the answer.

Daryl's back was tense; you could feel it. Tentatively, you began to knead your fingers over it, trying to work out the knots in his muscles. Instead of flinching like he usually did, you felt the man relax into you as you pressed your knuckles along his spine.

He growled, but the sound became lost in his throat as you rubbed along his shoulder blades. "It ain't gonna work out." He muttered, eyes closed as he said it.

You hummed in response, more preoccupied with the sounds the man was letting out than his words. It reminded you of being back at the farm, and those days where he'd try to relieve the tension built up in your stiff arms and neck from learning how to shoot.

"Why?" You asked, feeling the deep breath he took underneath your palms.

"Jus' ain't." He replied, but his voice came out strained. 

You ran your thumbs down his spine in tandem, all the way from the top of his neck to his lower back, and you felt him shiver slightly under your touch.

"Okay then." You said, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

Daryl opened his eyes and glanced back at you.

"Tha's it?" He questioned, like he'd expected something more from your response.

You hummed back, returning to pressing over his shoulder blades. Though, the man turned around this time, bringing his legs onto the mattress as he looked over at you.

"I trust you. And I trust Rick." You explained, meeting his questioning eyes. "Whatever we have to do, we'll do."

Daryl frowned, and looked at you like you didn't understand in the slightest. You did, but you didn't want to burden him any more than you had to.

"We gotta gear up for war." He told you, narrowing his eyes like he was trying to convince you of his words - or wait for them to sink in.

You nodded at him, reaffirming that you understood.

"Then we better start loading our guns."

Daryl seemed to break at your words, shaking his head like you'd answered him in the way he'd least wanted. This time you didn't understand, and ran your thumb over the back of his hand to try and coax out an explanation. The man sighed, and took your fingers in his palm as he pressed a kiss over the tips of them.

"Don' wan' ya to have to fight." He admitted quietly, but knew he didn't have a choice.

You shuffled forward a little, so that you were almost sitting in between the man's thighs. His head was low, and he couldn't quite meet your eyes until you spoke.

"That's not up to you to decide." You said, but did so as gently as you could. "It's not like lil' asskicker can hold a rifle yet."

His eyes flickered slightly at the mention of Judith, and you understood that completely. He realised that as much as he wanted to keep you safe, there were now other people who needed his protection more. 

"I'm not worried." You reassured him, and pressed both of his cheeks under your palms until he pulled a face that made you laugh.  

"I'll be fine because you're here." You told the man, and watched as his expression seemed a little lighter than it had done. "And you're all that I need."

He pulled you into his chest and fell back against the mattress with you in his arms, and you giggled as your noses pressed together. You moved your knees so that they rested either side of his hips, not wanting to crush the man as he squeezed you tight against him. 

"What I do to deserve ya?" He mumbled into your hair, and it tickled your ear.

You sat upright, so that you were looking down at him and watching as your hair trailed over his cheeks.

"Hmm, I don't know." You said with a grin. "Bribe me with pretty flowers and music players?"

He smiled back softly, and took the ends of your hair between his fingers, playing with them where he lay. You felt a bit exposed, practically sitting on the man's torso and straddling him as he just stayed perfectly still, content beneath you. For once, you felt like the shy one, as he rubbed over your thigh with his hand - tracing shapes over your jeans. You thought about his question once more, and decided that he deserved a serious answer, too.

"When I first saw you trying to haul yourself up that cliff, you gave me a purpose." You admitted smally, catching his attention like you hadn't even realised you'd lost it. "I think that's reason enough."

Daryl let the small wisps of your hair fall from his fingers as he looked up, focusing on you completely.

"A purpose?" He asked, like the word was foreign on his tongue.

You nodded, trailing your fingers over his chest absentmindedly.

"Even if it was just to get you back to your camp at first." You mumbled, almost like you were talking to yourself as you voiced your innermost thoughts. "Before that, I was just living day to day." 

You smiled at the memory, thinking that it was perhaps your favourite one. You'd felt so young back then, but at the same time so old. The world had really had its way with you before you'd stumbled upon Daryl and his group. You might have only been in your mid-twenties, but those few months after the collapse had aged you more than you cared to admit. It wasn't until you met Daryl that you remembered how it felt to be young again.

"One of the first things you asked me back then was why I helped you." You recalled, letting your nails lightly run across his chest, sliding upwards to the exposed skin of his neck. 

He stayed silent, like putty in your hands as you spoke.

"I remember finding it a really hard question to answer." You whispered softly, like you were revealing a secret to him. "I ended up saying that I only wanted the chance to be a good person."

Daryl's skin was warm as you ran your thumb along his jawline, surprised at how docile he'd become under your touch. 

"But I think that was a lie." You smiled, and the words felt almost devious to admit. "I'd forgotten what it was to even be a person before I met you." 

You leant down to press a kiss to his lips, and pulled away before he could kiss you back.

"Thank you for reminding me, Daryl."

You looked down at the man sweetly, like you'd just poured out your entire heart to him. And, he decided to give you his in return.

Suddenly your world spun like clothes in a washing machine as the man flipped your positions, and you snorted rather unflatteringly as your back hit the mattress. Your legs were still wrapped around his waist, but now he kneeled between them - with your thighs either side. Your laughs soon trailed off as you noticed Daryl's expression, and you suddenly became quiet without having even realised it.

He leant down to capture your lips, but pulled away before you could deepen the kiss - just as you had done.

"Ya can't just go sayin' shit like that an' expect me not to do nothin'." He growled near your ear, and you quickly realised how dangerous your situation had gotten. 

You looped your hands around his neck and pulled him back down, threading your fingers through his hair and letting your nails drag along his scalp. He rested one of his palms over the mattress as he hovered above you, but the other one came to your cheek as your lips met again. You could distinguish Daryl's kisses so easily by now; you knew the soft morning ones from the emotional ones with trembling lips, or the teasing pecks that made you laugh - and that's why you could easily tell that this one was needy. 

He bit your bottom lip between his teeth and you immediately whimpered against him, feeling your head spin at how fast everything happened. You'd gone from the washing machine to the dryer without even realising it, and you felt yourself get equally as hot and disorientated.

"Daryl-" you mumbled against his lips, hooking your ankles together around the back of his torso. 

He moaned in response but said nothing, letting his thumb trail from your cheek to your neck, where he rested it over your quickly beating pulse. You had your palms pressed flat against his chest, rubbing over the area and feeling the warmth radiate from him. You wanted to take the shirt off, and feel his skin over yours, but you were too preoccupied by his lips on you to do so. He kissed you with more pressure, and you whimpered again as you felt yourself becoming more lost to his touches. You'd thought that Daryl Dixon was a shy man, but recently he seemed adamant to prove you wrong

You unintentionally squeezed your thighs tighter around him, as you felt your head being pushed back further into the mattress. Your jeans rubbed against his uncomfortably, and you felt the buttons dig into your hips and chafe your skin every time you moved. You pulled away for a brief second to catch your breath, and took in the dangerous sight of Daryl Dixon. 

You realised that perhaps you'd made a mistake - when you looked at him, that is. His lips were swollen a blush red, and his pupils were blown as he watched you, watching him. You looked away first, feeling shy under his gaze. You wondered how this had happened - when it had happened. You hadn't thought of yourself as the nervous one, but you were made nervous for him. 

Without meeting his eyes, you tugged at the hemline of his shirt - making it clear what you wanted. He kissed your forehead gently, and you almost got whiplash from how quickly the man could switch from giving you deep, intense kisses to leaving sweet pecks over your skin like he was afraid you might break. He moved back from you, sitting up so that he was kneeling in between your legs, and pulled off his shirt without you having to ask.

You bit your lip, taking in the sight of his barreled chest and toned muscles as he threw the shirt over his shoulder for it to get lost somewhere in the sheets. You didn't get too stare long, because he was back on top of you in an instant - almost like he'd never left. Though, you didn't mind much, because now you could feel the warmth of his skin pressed against your own chest. Softly, you gasped just from the intensity of it, but Daryl quickly caught your lips and silenced it. You ran your hands up his back, feeling the ridges of scars and the contours of his muscles as he held himself up. You allowed your nails to dig into him slightly, enjoying the way he moaned against you as you did.

Even inside the walls of a prison, Daryl's voice sounded so good up against your ear, as he left your abused lips to focus his attention on your neck, instead. You immediately turned your head to the side in response, feeling your cheek press into the pillow and muffle any noises you made there. You tried to stay quiet, but it seemed like Daryl was intentionally out to make you fail. His tongue ran along your neck and you scratched him particularly hard on his back, stuttering out an apology as you removed your hands and clenched the sheets instead. 

It didn't seem to bother the man, however, as he continued to work his way down until his teeth grazed over your collarbone and made you cry out. You quickly shot him a warning look, and he glanced up at you for a brief second before he did it again. It felt utterly euphoric, so you moaned under him unintentionally before you felt him chuckle against your skin. 

You would have scolded him, or pulled a face, but your words felt so far away that you doubted you'd be able to form a complete sentence even if you tried. One of Daryl's hands had wandered to your waist, and then dipped lower to your hip. His thumb ran over the bone there, and it sent shivers through you as he gripped your skin tighter. You ran your palms over his bare chest in response, still not entirely used to the feeling. He stopped what he was doing, probably leaving some marks over you without you noticing, and ran his finger along the oval collar of your vest.

"Take it off." He mumbled, his lips still pressed against the skin just above it.

A whine left your mouth before you'd even realised it, and you didn't think Daryl Dixon even knew how he sounded right now. He pulled back to look at you, cheeks all flushed and eyes glossy where you lay beneath him, and you nodded.

He helped you shrug the vest over your head, and left it lying next to you on the pillow. You turned away from his eyes almost instantly, feeling more exposed than you had in a while. He had trusted you, and you wanted to be able to give him your trust in return. Yet, you couldn't help but feel shy under a gaze that intense. You reached your arms over your chest, like you were trying to shelter yourself from the cold - despite being incredibly hot. 

The man narrowed his eyes at you, not happy with your decision in the slightest. He leant down so that his lips hovered just above your stomach, and you expected him to place a kiss there in hopes of coaxing your arms away. Except, he didn't. He blew a raspberry against your skin and you all but screamed as you wriggled beneath him, and flung your hands out to push him away. 

"Stop!" You yelled, but it had come out strained between a mixture of giggles. 

You felt the man smile against your stomach as you panted deeply, in utter disbelief about what he'd just done. Your arms rested either side of you, hands tangled in the sheets just like he'd planned, but you weren't happy at the cost you'd had to pay. You glanced down, ready to chide him, but stopped when you noticed how quiet he'd gotten.

Daryl's eyes were fixated on your waist, and he ran his thumb gently over the small scar there - as though afraid to press too hard and hurt you. Your eyes softened when you saw his expression, and the way he chewed his lip between his teeth. You knew that guilty look from a mile away, and you wouldn't let him wear it any longer.

"Don't." You said into the silence, lifting his hand away from the little indentation there.

You brought his knuckles to your lips and left kisses over them, offering him one of your best smiles in hopes of coaxing one out of him in return.

"It was worth it." You told him. "I'd take another bullet for you if I had to."

Daryl let his forehead drop against your hip, like he was completely exasperated by the response, and muttered something below his breath.

"Why's everythin' that comes outta yer mouth so damn sweet?"

He crawled back up the bed and kissed your lips as if to prove his point, and you moaned against him - having missed the feeling. You were chest to chest, skin pressed fully against each other as you arched your back to try and get even closer. Your fingers trailed lightly over his arms, and you could almost make out the rhythm of his heartbeat as your chests heaved together in time. He reached a hand down to the button of your jeans, and pulled away from the kiss to wait for your response.

Nervously, you glanced over towards the entranceway of your cell, only covered by a thin sheet draped there.

"What if someone hears?" You whispered, suddenly aware of how loud you'd perhaps been beforehand.

Daryl dotted some light kisses over your neck, trailing them down as he spoke between each one he gave.

"Don' care." He mumbled, reaching your sternum.

"Don' care if Rick comes to tell us Randall's gone walk about." He said, and tickled your stomach with his lips.

"Don' care if Carol knocks to say the governor's here with an army an' wants his fuckin' walkman back."

He got to your hip, and this time noticed the tattoo that just about peeked out over the top of your jeans. He raised an eyebrow, and you smiled sheepishly in response.

"Don' wanna wait anymore." He said softly, and neither did you.

He sat up and rested his palms either side of you, looking down at your face with the most affection you'd seen from him yet.

"Okay, then." You whispered back, and interlocked your fingers with his. "I'm yours."

You woke up to warm, morning light streaming in through the pale curtain of your cell, and landing on your cheek. Your eyelids fluttered, and it took you a few seconds to adjust to the brightness - feeling the tears well up as you did. You hummed into Daryl's chest, lying over it with your palm resting there. You'd slept so well, but you'd woken up even better. 

His bare skin was warm against yours, so much so that you didn't feel the need to pull the sheets up higher to cover you. You rubbed at your eyes, finally opening them to notice that the man was already awake. You'd been tucked in the crook of his neck, your head just over his shoulder, but he'd been looking down at you as you roused from sleep. Shyly, you smiled at him, and hid your face back into his skin. You felt his laugh rumble there, low and groggy.

"You been up long?" You asked, the words coming out thick as you said them.

You felt him shake his head, but weren't too sure if he was telling the truth. His arm rested over your waist, and you had only just become aware of the weight of it as he rubbed his thumb over your hip beneath the covers.

"What is it?" He murmured. "Didn't ask ya 'bout it las' night."

It took you a few seconds to realise what he meant. You shrugged back the sheet, looking at the part of your body he was referring to. 

"I think you were a little preoccupied." You teased, and he pinched your skin there in response.

The ink stood out strongly against your paleness, dotted over your lower hip so that it was concealed even when you wore low-rise jeans. You recalled that night back at the Greene farm, where you all shared secrets over the campfire and the group had seemed surprised to discover that you had a tattoo. Nobody else had ever seen it; Daryl was the first.

"It's a rune." You told him, feeling his calloused fingers trace over the lines so carefully. "They were one of the things I studied before all this."

A small blush worked its way onto your cheeks, as you suddenly felt embarrassed under the man's intense gaze.

"Looks like an arrow." He noted, inspecting it closer.

You hummed in response, not having thought of it that way before.

"I guess it does, doesn't it?" You chuckled, thinking how appropriate it was for the archer to have been the one to notice.

"It's the symbol of the Norse god Týr." You explained, and he watched you talk passionately without interrupting. "Have you ever heard of the story of Sigurd?"

Daryl shook his head with a small smile, already knowing that you were going to tell him no matter how he answered.

"In the sagas, he slays the dragon Fáfnir and carves the runes of Týr into his sword." You said, excitedly. "They're meant to be the sign of a warrior. To ensure certain victory."

Daryl seemed perfectly content, gazing down at you as you spoke with so much life in your voice. It reminded you of that first night where you shared a bed together in the Greene's spare room. Even then, having barely known you more than a day, the man allowed you to ramble whilst he listened in silence. He'd made out like he was ignoring you, but every small detail you'd given during those early morning hours he'd seemed to recall - even a few weeks later. But now, you thought it was slightly different. He made no attempt to pretend like he wasn't interested in your stories, or that you talked too much for him to stand. He looked at you like your words were law, but he'd somehow ended up in a prison anyway.

"Tha' why ya weren't scared 'bout facing the governor?" He teased, once you'd finished your brief lesson. "Certain victory?"

You snorted, having only just realised the irony of it all.

"No." You admitted, slapping his chest lightly as you laughed.

Maybe it was the rune, but it was more likely the one-man army at your side who assured you of that victory. 

"I think this tattoo would be much more suited to you than it is me." You confessed, tracing its shape over the back of his hand. 

He watched you make your invisible markings, and remained wordless as you did so.

"I got it just after I started teaching. To remind myself to be brave." You told him, and this time he was the one to laugh.

"So teachin' students was as hard as slayin' a dragon?" He questioned, and you could practically hear the smirk through his voice.

You raised your head from his chest to look at him in mock offense.

"If I had a student like you, then maybe." You teased, and the man grabbed the sheets and bundled you up in them tightly as you struggled against him.

The two of you lay there for a while, not quite yet ready to face the day. You knew the inevitable would be coming soon, and you wished you could just pause this moment as easily as you paused the songs on your walkman - immortalising it in an old, labelled cassette. 

"A lot of the time I don't feel very brave, but I've decided to trust it more recently." You mumbled, feeling the edges of sleep start to return.

Daryl questioned you, before realising that you had carried on with the earlier conversation - seemingly by yourself. You felt him trace over your hip again, but your eyelids were too heavy to look at him.

"There anythin' ya don't know?" He grumbled, but it was too playful to be considered so. "Yer too smart for yer own good, Sunshine."

You hummed against his chest, wanting nothing more than for the morning hours to drag along slower, and for the night that followed to stand still.

"I could tell you stories of dragons and knights, and speak to you in languages that have long since faded away." You told the man, but it came out half-hearted and muffled against his skin.

"But there are still many things I don't know, Dixon." You admitted. "Like what I did to deserve you, too."

A/N *mic drop* Ok but for real, who let me have alcohol whilst writing this??? Tipsy me gets WAY TOO SPICY WAY TOO QUICK- The chapter plan had way more in it, but I accidentally threw the plot out the window because I got preoccupied *cough*...

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Angus figures everything out and fucks up Lucretia’s whole Thing AU

Lucretia hires angus, innoculates him, and is like this is the deal with those missing people cases you were investigating

Angus says oh okay! This totally and completely satiases my curiosity :)

Internally angus says this is sus as hell

So he does what he does best, he snoops

So angus is snooping and somehow, cause he's a little crime boy who can sneak around real good, he finds the starblaster

He's like what the fuck is this

He gets in, and it's.....odd. he doesnt linger in any one room too long, he just kind of pokes his head into the bedrooms and moves on (he figures he shouldnt stay here too long, lest he get caught)

But the most peculiar thing is how lived in this place looks. There's mismatched furniture with throw pillows and blankets in the common area, a chore chart on the fridge, the bedrooms are all cluttered with knick knacks and clothes, beds unmade, theres a lab with papers scattered around tables and taped to the wall

But one room catches his attention

It's... fairly simple, and emptier than the others. Bookshelf with some books missing, a bare desk, but what catches his attention is the pile of red on the bed

He goes to investigate and finds robes and jackets, all with an odd patch and names embroidered on them

He finds, in this order:

A robe with "lucretia" embroidered on it

A jacket and robe, together as if someone had been wearing them at the same time, with "lup" and "taako"

A jacket with "davenport"

A robe with "merle"

A jacket with "magnus"

(there’s no barry robe cause he fell off the ship with it, these are the robes/jackets lucretia took off of the crew members as she sent them off to their new lives)

Now. This is after crystal kingdom and angus was at the candlenights party. He knows the director's name is lucretia

He knows who Davenport is

He knows who taako, magnus, and merle are

This is pre-LUP incident, so he doesnt know who lup is

Angus, appropriately freaked out, puts them all back and BOLTS

Angus vacates the premises

Runs back to his room

He tries to figure out what this all means, but his thoughts dodge around the obvious conclusion that's right in front of him

Hes too nervous to go back, it's not until the L U P incident that he decides okay. I have to go back

So he goes back. He goes into the room labeled Captain's Quarters (although "captain" has been scratched out and changed to "cap'nport". Angus doesnt think too hard about what that means)

In the desk he finds some folders with the same weird logo as the robes and jackets. He doesnt look in them. Not yet. He can do that back in his room. He cant spend too much time here.

Then he goes to the lab. He doesnt know what hes looking for, but he grabs ones that seem important. A notebook or two. Some papers clipped together. He just grabs and shoves them into his bag and he fuckin bolts again

he looks at what he grabbed and some of it he can read, some of it he can't

They lived in that ship. They were going on a mission for something. They made the grand relics to stop something. Theres a lot of notes on the planes.

Angus recognizes the way some stuff is redacted, and he kind of figures out that there must be another voidfish. And if the directors name was on one of those robes, maybe she has it.

Refuge mission comes and goes

Angus, cause he's so fucking good, is able to sneak back into lucretias personal quarters and finds junior. He fills a water bottle with the ichor and gets the fuck outta there

He gets back to his room, innoculates himself and is like AAAAAAAAAA

Cause he can finally put it all together properly

And he basically pieces together the whole hunger situation himself with the notes he grabbed

The stuff he grabbed from davenports room was the crew's like profiles or whatever from when they got hired on to the mission so angus now knows who lup is

So angus is like oh i GOTTA fix this

So he heads down to the reclaimers dorm with his bottle of ichor

Angus: i need you to drink this Merle: what is it? Angus: voidfish ichor Taako: *laughs* hate to break it to you kid, we already drank the voidfish juice. Angus: just- please? Magnus: yeah alright

So magnus drinks it. His breath catches and he kinda goes weak and he's shaking and he drops to his knees. After a minute or two (or more) he looks up at angus. "Holy shit," he says. He grabs the bottle from where he dropped it and holds it out to taako and merle. "Drink it." He says.

"Yeah alright," merle says. Same deal as with magnus.

Once merle collects himself, they both turn to taako.

"Yeah, alright. Sure. Let's get taako in on this weird party," he says, taking the bottle and drinking

This time, magnus is ready and he catches taako when his knees give out

"Im gonna fucking kill her," taako mumbles into magnus' shoulder, his knuckles white as he grips his shirt.

"You're not gonna kill her."

"Im gonna fucking hit her so HARD, i swear to god."

Taako keeps his face in magnus' shoulder, but magnus and merle watch as angus crosses the room to where taako had left the umbrastaff, and he walks back over to magnus and taako on the floor

"Sir?" Taako looks up at angus. Angus holds the umbrella out, "i think i know where your sister is."

(Lup, meanwhile, in the staff: HEEEEELLLLL YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH)

It takes taako a second, but he realizes what angus is saying and scrambles out of magnus' hold and to his feet. He takes the umbrella and lifts it, about to snap it when angus says, "wait!"

Taako glares at him. "Ive waited ten years, kid. Make it snappy." "Madame director had a holy symbol in her office. I think it would ward against your sister, if shes a lich." "Uuugggggghhhhhhhhh LUCRETIAAAAAA"

The four of them go down planetside under the guise of a magic lesson and not wanting to burn any more "cryptic messages" into the walls

Taako snaps that fuckin umbrella as soon as his feet hit solid ground

Lup's back!

Lup does some magic shit to summon barry, so barold shows up, happy reunion, and then a Discussion on what to do re: davenport not being innoculated and re: lucretia

Their plan boils down to this: thb and angus will go back to the moon and act as if this never happened. As far as lucretia knows, thb are still under junior's influence

As soon as they can get davenport alone without rousing any suspicion, they bring him to their room and innoculate him. Once he's got his memories back, he'll be powerful enough to a) get his bracer off/disable the tracking spell in it and b) get off the base undetected

Davenport will definitely not want to go back to playing butler, so he'll sneak off the base and hang out with lup and barry until lucretia sends the boys to wonderland

When the boys get sent to wonderland, theyll meet up, get the bell all together, and THEN confront lucretia, cause at that point theyll have the whole light, and they'll have Options

So they do just that. They go back and innoculate davenport a few days later, a week at most

A panic ensues once everyone realizes davenport is missing

AND the tracking in his bracer is turning up nothing

Lucretia's blood pressure has never been higher

But everything goes as business per usual

Lucretia, oddly enough, suspects nothing re: the boys ‘cause surely they wouldve confronted her if they remembered

The boys get sent down to wonderland. They meet up with blupjeans and dav at the entrance. With the six of them with all their memories and full access to their skills they take edward and lydia down in like 30 minutes. Tops.

So edward and lydia get their asses thoroughly handed to them by the six of them

(Davenport has the time of his LIFE)

They head back to the lich cave, barry gets in his new body and gets innoculated (the boys brought some ichor with them for him)

Lup possesses barry, then barry-with-lup and dav get in the pocket spa and back up to the moon they go

Lucretia is in her office when avi comes knocking "Uh... director? The boys are coming back." "Already?" "Yeah." "Are you sure it's them?" "Yep."

Lucretia is.... stunned. It's been... an hour and a half. Two, maybe. She has full faith in the boys but they took down wonderland in two hours?????

Not even two hours

She goes to meet them, highly suspicious

But they arrive and, sure enough, it's them. No magic. No tricks. It's them, for sure.

taako has the bell and hes just holding it casually from the top as if it isnt one of the most powerful magic items in existence. And she can tell he isnt thralled, that's just how hes decided to transport it.

Lucretia: ive got to admit, you boys took care of that...much faster than i expected Magnus: ah, it was no big Merle: piece of cake! Taako: yeah, luce, shit was easy. Dunno what you were talkin' about earlier.

And lucretia just freezes. Luce. Thats what taako called her. It’s what they all called her, really, but it’s the nickname Taako took 4 whole cycles to give to her, officially cracking the door of friendship open to her. And she looks him in the eyes and she knows that he knows. And she looks at merle and magnus and she can tell they know, too.

And taako gives her a venomous smile, all teeth, and says, "why dont we go have a little chat, madame director" and she flinches at the way he spits out her title

She doesnt know what to do but nod and turn to leave. As she turns, there's angus, looking up at her with a determined set to his brow, and she knows he knows too

They head back to her office, and taako pulls the pocket spa out, and before lucretia can ask him what hes doing, out walks barry and davenport. And barrys eyes have got that red glow about them, so she knows lup's here too.

"Take down the lich ward, lucretia," barry says.

She does, and now there's a firey, red robed lich among them.

Now this is where things get a little iffy for how they work out but here's what i got

They have a similar confrontation as canon where theyre bickering about staying or going, shield or no shield, and im thinking this is where taako has his "there's a third option" realization

And, because they did extreme wonderland speedrun, and they didnt take a whole extra day to travel to the lich cave and just used fuckin magic to get there, theyre a whole day ahead of where they were in canon

The hunger is close enough at this point tho that they can enact the plan like. Now.

But magnus insists on returning Fisher's baby to them first

As magnus takes junior, lucretia works on getting the base secured and getting the bureau members ready for if the hunger touches down before they can cut it off

Magnus goes down to fisher with the baby, he takes his axe and swings, breaking the tank open

Johann, still alive and now soaking wet, is like dude wtf

Magnus returns the baby and out goes the story and song

Now johann is REALLY like DUDE WTF

Magnus is like im off to save the universe. Peace.

So since theyre a whole day ahead of the hunger, all seven of them go up in the ship

And then they fight and they win and they cut the hunger off and it's rad

The end

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Wizard101 Character Showcase James

James (Storm Wizard) is based on Jim Moriarty from BBC Sherlock. Yes, I used to be one of those types. Please forgive.

Anyway, Jim is originally from Britain and of Irish descent. He was brought to the spiral to ostensibly save it but, really, he just agreed to follow Merle in order to learn magic and become more powerful. When he found out about Malistaire, he originally hoped to employ the fallen Death Professor. When Malistaire refused, Jim set out to destroy him.

After taking out Malistaire, he was fully prepared to return to Earth. Unfortunately for him, Morganthe showed up and, after she insulted him, he started gunning for her as well. He’s currently in Zafaria, suffering through the heat and muck, on a quest to end Morganthe as he once did Malistaire.

James is a violent man by nature, having originally been brought to the spiral as a teenager. He joined the Storm School at ravenwood after being told that it was a challenge to master and that it held the greatest power. He prides himself on his abilities but has shunned the traditional school attire for a fine tailored Marleybonian suit. He also is a skilled swordsman and, after Diego sent him on a mission to recover his treasured heirloom sword, James kept it for himself, giving Diego a replica in return.

James doesn’t work alone, however. He has an associate, Genevieve MistSong, who he encountered in Wizard City some time ago. She was lost and looking for her friend Duncan. When Jim saw that she had also been enrolled in the storm school, he saw great potential in her as an employee and apprentice. Under the guise of helping her find her friend, he joined forces with her, developing her talent as a Storm Student and showing her the spiral and it’s many wonders. His ultimate motivations for his partnership with Gen are still unknown, but he did have an apartment built in the basement of his home for her to live in, always close by and on hand for whatever mission he needs to send her on.

Of note: James is extremely smart and manipulative. As such, he has managed to keep his true intentions hidden from both Merle and the powers of the spiral. There was a moment when they were almost revealed, during the Test of Character in MooShu. When he faced the judgement of the Moodha, the Moodha saw the evil in his heart and cursed him with demon eyes and wings. With the reflection of his true self now visible to all, it took all his cunning to convince the Palace guards and his professors at Ravenwood of his supposed “good heart”. Luckily for James he is a master actor and manipulator and, while still stuck with his demonic appearance, is still enrolled in Ravenwood.

What drives James to save the spiral? Outside of him being a part of the spiral for the moment, his neverending determination to be the biggest dog in town, combined with him never letting go of a grudge has led him to reluctantly take on the quest to save the spiral. If it were up to Jim, the entire Spiral would be his to rule as he saw fit and, secretly, he hopes to some day gain enough power to do so. But, for the time being, he’s ‘playing the game’, waiting for his moment and gathering resources and allies for the endgame.

#Wizard101 #Wiz Character showcase

[shimmershae]

In Season 10 alone, Daryl Dixon has willfully dropped all his other responsibilities as one of the communities’ leaders to go meet Carol’s docking boat like a sweetheart welcoming their other half back from war.  The joy on his face, lovelies.  My heart.

He basically ‘cleared his schedule’ to spend that same day alone with her, going out of his way to keep the smile on her face happy and bright.  Riding the bike together like old times.  Walking the woods under the guise of hunting just to *be* together. 

He’s teased her and laughed with her.  Talked about running away with her, just the two of them to New Mexico.  As much as he loves their family and friends?  If she really wanted to go?  He’d help pack their bags.  

He made her a bracelet right on the spot as a token of his immeasurable affection.  He’s kept her within his sights when she hasn’t been within reaching distance and she’s literally consumed his thoughts when she hasn’t been present.  

He told her he needed her to stay.  Daryl Dixon.  The man that lied to her about Glenn and Abe to spare her pain even though he wanted nothing more than her to come back to them all?  To him?  Spoke up about his wants and needs—her.  Near him. With him.  

He’s been there, by her side, always nearby ready to step in and save her from her grief.  That night time meeting at the border with Alpha?  He was right there.  

He’s played the part of the worried husband when she was injured, missed her while she recovered and kept to herself.  Fixed her a dinner tray with a flower that you just know the man went out and picked himself.  

Even though he and Ezekiel have had a little bit of a contentious relationship, Daryl has made it a point to try to bring the man onboard to help her in ways he feels he cannot.  Because he cares so very much for her and devalues his own value.   He’s had Carol’s back, even when he hasn’t fully agreed with her.  Remember the captive Whisperer and Father Gabriel?  

He’s been supportive and adorkably competitive with her then flustered in the face of her pointed questions about where his affections lie.  The look on his face when he told her “it’s not like that.  Not at all” had me wanting to shake my girl Carol.  

Because that was a look of such utter exasperation.  His eyes were practically screaming “because I love YOU, you blind idiot!” and he just cannot fathom why she’s not seeing what he feels is so obvious at this point. 

As if those heart eyes weren’t enough, he pocketed that double capper acorn as a good luck talisman right over his heart and basically ordered her to stay safe because he cannot deal with the thought of losing her.  

Poor guy pining over such a silly sweet symbol and thinking of her.

Then that crackling tension in that kitchen scene where he both confronts her and asks her again to keep herself out of harm’s way.  

Shadowing her in those darkened woods looking for the horde and saving her from triggering that trap.  Tenderly wiping her tears and telling her “We have a future.” 

Daryl Dixon sent every one of those people running after her in that cave, headlong into the unknown.  Several of their friends.  And Carol’s name was the first and only name he called when he joined them. 

Carol was the person he held onto just that second longer when she made it from one side of the pit to the other.  Carol was at the forefront of his consciousness and getting her out of there before her claustrophobia overwhelmed her.  

He had her follow his light.  Holy symbolism, Batman, but I digress.  Sure.  He wanted everybody safe and out of there.  But they were secondary to getting her safely out of there, so of course he noticed when she slipped away.  The emotion and tears in his eyes.  

His breakdown over feeling he wasn’t enough for her to keep her promise.  His asking her to let her vendetta wasn’t enough.  He was so broken and hurt but he could never hate her.  Because everything about this season screams how very much he loves her.  

Daryl Dixon did not flinch at nor question Negan’s comment.  He knows her that well and he’s past the point of denial even if he’s still balking at a full on confession.  He sat on that damn log all night.  Was there—yet again—to greet her when she came back.

These two are overdue a very real and honest no holds barred heart to heart.  The whole season, before it got unexpectedly derailed, was building toward it.  There’s been no development of other ‘ships.

There’s only been AK neatly and not so neatly tying up the final loose ends before they go into that heart to heart both sets of eyes finally forced open.  

Carol has consumed Daryl this season.  Oh, he’s been there for Lydia and played the part of Uncle Daryl.  He’s grown into a leader that Rick would be proud of and Merle might not recognize.  But Carol?  He hasn’t been able to shake her from his thoughts or his heart.  

Love during war time.  Isn’t that what AK said?  Know what she also said?  That Carol and Daryl and their relationship was at the heart of the season.  And the heart=love, yes?  

Now obviously I wear shipper goggles.  I’m not gonna deny it.  But something has to be there, right in front of my face, for me to even pay attention to it and give it any consideration.  And when 98% of Daryl Dixon’s time and attention has been tied to  and inextricably intertwined with Carol and little else?  I don’t need any damn glasses at all. Season 10 has been about AK shining a light on everything Carol and Daryl are to each other and pushing the reset button for those viewers that might have been sleeping on all the romantic potential they’ve had since the very beginning.

They’re the longer story she’s been referencing all along.  The endgame.  

I love two soulmates and one show runner.  

#The Walking Dead #Caryl #Carol x Daryl #Carol Peletier #Daryl Dixon #Melissa McBride #Norman Reedus #gorgeous people #my precious babies in love #things that make me smile and cry #for reasons #my heart

[a-solitary-marshmallow]

Alone - Chapter 3

Lup remembered getting sick.

She remembered feeling an itch in her lungs, and Taako looking terrified, and being so very hot. She vaguely remembered trying to comfort him. She would get through this. She wouldn’t leave him alone. She would fight her hardest to stay with him.

That was the last thing she remembered, when light burst behind her eyelids and she felt herself reforming on the deck of the Starblaster.

Lup’s eyes flew open, taking in the darkness of space around them. At the helm Davenport was looking around, as if trying to figure out how he’d gotten there. He’d been piloting the ship, right?

No, Davenport had kicked the bucket before she did. Did Taako fly the Starblaster? He must have, if they were all back.

Taako. Shit, Lup had died, hadn’t she? Taako’s hand was in hers but it was cold and limp. Lup whirled to grab his shoulders.

“Oh my gods, Ko, I’m so sorry! I said I wouldn’t leave you and then I went and got sick too, fuck.”

Taako stared at her with tear-filled eyes. Stared at her like she was a ghost. It was a look she’d never seen on her brother before, and it scared her. Lup shook him gently.

“Koko?”

He didn’t respond and Lup shook him harder, her voice cracking.

“Taako!”

He lunged forward and wrapped his arms around her. Lup squeezed her brother tight as he clung to her, sobs bubbling up in his chest. Gods. She’d really fucked up this time. Lup hugged her twin as tight as she could and buried her face in his hair.

“Hey, Koko, it’s okay. I’m here. We’re all here.”

Soft footsteps. Lup lifted her face to see the rest of the crew watching with concern on their faces. Magnus stepped forward and reached out to touch Taako’s back, then hesitated.

“What happened?” He asked.

“Um. Well, we all carked it.” Lup very carefully did not let go of her shaking brother. Holy shit, Taako was crying in front of everyone. Like he didn’t even care anymore. “Pretty early in the year, actually.”

Magnus winced. “Damn. I kinda hoped you guys would both make it.”

“Nope. Just Ko.” Lup glanced up to Barry. The sight of him alive and well made her heart sing, but right now she had bigger things to deal with. “Care-Bear, help me take him to his room?”

“Um, yeah, sure Lup.”

With their combined guidance, they led Taako to his room. The door hung open. It was exactly as it was the last time Lup saw it, early last year. Exactly, except for the thick layer of dust. What the fuck? Had Taako not even been in his own room?

Apparently not, because Taako was walking directly past to go into a different room – Barry’s.

“Ko?” Lup said gently. Taako jumped.

“Oh. Uh, yeah, right. Gotta give Barry his space huh?” Taako’s voice shook. His hand was very cold in Lup’s. Taako gave her a brittle smile and Lup returned it before turning to a rather confused-looking Barry.

“Bar, do you mind if we take this to your room?”

“Sure.” Barry shrugged, and Lup walked forward, pulling her brother and her boyfriend with her.

Taako immediately went to the bed. Lup and Barry watched as he pulled himself up and hugged his knees to his chest, with none of the flamboyance Taako usually embodied.

“Can we join?” Lup asked. Taako nodded. She crawled up to join him, pulling his head into his lap to play with his hair. Barry hesitated, uncertain. Lup motioned him over and he sat on Taako’s other side with one hand on his leg, the other hand held in Lup’s.

Gods, Taako was still shaking. Lup paused to gather her thoughts before asking quietly, “Was it that bad?”

“It was kinda shitty.” Taako muttered, which made Barry snicker. The soft human shuffled closer until his shoulder was nearly touching Lup’s with Taako curled up between them. It was a testament to Taako’s upset that he didn’t complain or kick him. “Really quiet without all you dipshits around.”

“Gee thanks.” Barry said dryly. “By the way, was that a calendar I saw on the way here?”

“Shut up Bluejeans, calendars are for weaklings.”

“Sure, sure. But hypothetically, if someone had made and filled out a calendar in the last year, is there a reason they would have stopped filling it out part-way through?”

Taako shifted on Lup’s lap. “Well the months-long winter with no day or night cycles might fuck with someone’s sense of time. Just a theory.”

“Hmm.”

Lup ran her hands through her brothers hair a few times before saying, “I’m sorry I left you. I really tried.”

Taako made a sound that didn’t sit well with her – a bitter noise. Lup’s ears flattened.

“What’s wrong?”

Taako shook his head stubbornly. “Nothing.”

“Taako we’ve lived together for a hundred and fifty years. I know when you’re lying to me you little shit. What’s going on?”

Taako turned his head away, but now Lup was getting worried. Well, more worried than before.

“Taako.” She said warningly.

“Ah, fuck, whatever.” Her twin muttered. “No big deal, ‘kay? Just didn’t want you to suffer. Your boy-toy over here made it look painful.”

Lup stiffened.

“I mean, dying from a fever sucked big-time.” Barry said. “I don’t get it. Lup?”

Shit. “Taako, tell me you didn’t.”

“You were dying!” Taako defended. “Sorry if it pisses you off, next time I won’t-”

“I’m not mad because of me, who fucking cares?” Lup shouted. Taako’s ears flattened. “Gods, Taako, you shouldn’t have to – shit.” She tugged at her hair. Her vision was blurring as tears welled up. “Taako, I love you, I couldn’t – you shouldn’t have had to do that. I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Barry demanded. Taako threw an arm over his eyes so he didn’t have to look at them.

“For making me kill my fucking sister. Gods, Barold, read between the lines will ya?”

“Um.” Barry said. And then, “Oh. Oh.”

Lup groaned. Just imagining it – a year alone, a year knowing you had killed your best friend, and yeah, sure, it was a mercy killing but… “Shit, Taako.”

Her twin glared up at her. “Oh, like you can say you wouldn’t do the same thing for me?”

Lup flushed. “That is entirely besides the point.”

“Will you guys just shut up and hug me? It’s been like a year, Taako deserves a fucking hug already!” Taako snapped. It would have been bratty if his voice hadn’t cracked, if his eyes weren’t swollen and red-rimmed from crying, if he wasn’t still shaking. Lup kicked herself. Sure, she could be upset and mad at herself later. Right now her brother was hurting.

Lup pulled Taako back into her lap and ran her fingers through his hair, Barry leaning against her side and rubbing Taako’s arm soothingly. What a teddy bear. She loved Bluejeans so fucking much.

Taako buried his face in her jacket and kept shaking.

“Hey, Barry, can you- um.” A voice hesitated. Lup glanced up to see Magnus’s burly silhouette in the doorway. “Are we doing cuddle piles? Can I join?”

Lup waved him over and Magnus hurried to join them with a gleeful smile. He crashed onto the bed next to them, sending the bedsprings creaking, happily settling in with his torso laying across Taako’s legs and his arms reaching up to wrap around both Lup and Barry. That did not look comfortable for the big guy. Magnus was warm and solid and Taako grumbled a greeting, patting the human’s arm blindly.

“Thanks for the soup.” Magnus added to the half-buried elf. “Sorry for kicking the bucket before I got to finish it. I promise it was really good.”

Barry made a sound. “Hang on, did you die in the middle of a meal?”

“I was very very sick!” Magnus defended. “I lasted longer than you anyway, Denim in Distress.”

“Hardy ha.”

Magnus perked up. “Oh! Hang on, we need to get the others in here! CUDDLE PILE!” The sudden yell made Lup flinch.

“You can’t seriously think that the others will-”

The frantic tapping of footsteps cut Lup off and then Lucretia flew through the door and tackled someone (maybe all of them, at this point it was hard to tell) in a hug. Magnus laughed in delight and reached up to catch her before she slid off the bed. Lucretia stared at them, wide-eyed and red-cheeked.

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry. I just, I didn’t know if you’d want me to join and then I heard…”

“Of course we do, ‘Cretia.” Lup cajoled. “Get in here. We’re cheering up Taako.”

Lucretia’s smile was less shy than usual, bright and glowing. “In that case, how can I resist?”

She slid herself next to Magnus and rubbed slow circles on Taako’s back. Soon they were joined by Merle, who quirked an eyebrow before flopping straight onto the pile, and Davenport, who entered under the guise of looking for the crew and joined for the sake of ‘team bonding’. Like Lup couldn’t see the content smile on his face.

 Yeah, things kinda sucked for Taako right now. But the Starblaster was filled to the brim with life, and for the first time in months he slept a deep, dreamless sleep.

“Did it.” He mumbled, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. Someone hummed sleepily and someone else muttered something about responsibility while a third person told them to shut up and enjoy the moment. “Fuckin did it.”

#the adventure zone #taz balance #taako #lup #the starblaster #the stolen century #part 3 #my fic #my writing #alone

[leapinllama]

I drew my* Wizard101 OCs depicted in the midst of battle; four novice wizards that are more or less cursed or blessed with unique abilities.These characters are meant for a fanfic manga I’ll probably never start lmao

Nicole Soulthief--a necromancer from the faraway land of Earth--is a melancholy soul behind a sunny masquerade, having the burden of carrying out the responsibility of death incarnate. Her power grows with every spirit absorbed while their souls pass on. Spirit fire burns her flesh away into the form of a grim reaper, a punishment given by Death himself.

Morgan Mistblade--a conjurer from the Marleybone slums--finds herself with the ability to create. However, her creations are warped and corrupted by self-conflict, guilt, and an unfortunate, sandy past of enslavement. However, her strong maternal instincts wills herself on through tribulations, protecting the dormmates and friends at her side.

Scarlet Night--a pyromancer from the bogs of Avalon--once knew a life of bloodlust under the guise of knighthood in the Froudling War. By the will of her adoptive father, Scarlet went with Merle Ambrose to kindle the then new powers of Fire within her alongside the baby phoenix within the womb of her soul. As much as raging flames can heal her wounds, Scarlet’s wrath and bloodsport can prove the consumption of her humanity.

Adrian Kensington--a thaumaturge who fled Marleybone aristocracy--was originally an innocent, young man of science, creating inventions for the purpose of reigning in his bestial instincts, for the sub-human was born of a husky dog father and acquired the blood of his Zafarian mother. This blood of a ‘blue lion’ urges for the hunt, and as the inventor created, Adrian also discovered the desire of power, yet also the thrill of the hunt.

*Nicole, Morgan, and Scarlet aren’t my OCs, but overtime, I took the base of their characters from friends within the community and developed upon them.

#wizard101 #wizgraphic #wizzy fandom #wizzy art

[kaneowldust]

Report 16: Quest for Avalon

And so after a month of ink drawings and another monthtime of writing stories, we’re finally back on our magical studies of Ice. And what world have we decided to explore this time around? The far off land of Avalon with knights, and kings, and goblins, and magic swords that won’t stay in one bloody place. Seriously, you needed a “Find my Sword” app for all the chasing you have to do. Off side, it would make sense that in the worlds revolving around magic that we would take to a world based off Autherian lore. This is also the home world of Ambrose and Gamma as well as the origin of Morganthe. 

           I will admit I have some mixed feelings about the design. On one hand, much like Zafaria-each segment has its own unique aesthetic telling the areas apart showing just how much KingsIsle has some since its early days of Krokotopia through Marleybone where at most the main difference was the color of the buildings and that was before the first major graphic update. Most of the area takes place in the outdoors from the bright and sunny fields of High Road and Abbey Road, to the lush coloring of the Wilds, to the darker drabber areas of the Wyrd and Dun Dara. The only real town segments are Caer Lyon and the Outer Yard to the castle. Your quests do not stay to one area in the course of the main story. One leg could be mingling about the High Road and then going to Caer Lyon before going to Abbey Road and then back to the Wyld. 

The teleporter arches do offer some help in reaching the main areas once activated, but there is still a bit of tracking to be done within each area. Also it is very easy to get caught by the enemies in this place-a thing that can be especially frustrating if it is the same class as you. Ice type enemies are super common much like Grizzlehiem which makes things that much harder. That being said, there is a spell you can use training points for after performing a side quest known as the AOE prism spell. While it costs 2 pips to use as opposed to the 0 pop cost of the standard prism, it pays off in the long run. 

           Speaking of enemies we get a mix of both old and new models from several knight designs from badgers, dogs, and foxes to various goblins from the fluff round skirkers to gangly sprigas. Sure you also have reused models like the ghosts and treeants but they mostly stay to the Wild/Wyrd areas. For the most part much of the overworld enemies don’t give you too much issue but the bosses can be quite aggravating. 

There are a lot of Storm and Balance enemies you deal with that can hit quite hard or have rules that make shields and traps ineffective. A lot of these bosses make soloing the game rather difficult though you shouldn’t have too much issue during the Days of the Spiral events where points are awarded to use the Team Kiosk for Zafaria and Avalon at the time of this post. To the final boss aka the Pendragon I will admit I was rather disappointed by the design. 

For something that was a terror that lead the goblins and deer people against Avalon I was expecting a bit more. Instead we got a green recoloring for the dragon design made for this level. Granted at least it was not a reuse from Dragonspyre but still a bit meh.

At least the narrative is fairly straight forward this time as opposed to Zafaria and Celestia. Your objective is to go to Avalon and retrieve the Sword of Kings to give you a fighting chance against Morganthe and the Deck of Shadows. Unfortunate the page that Merle entrusted the sword to has now grown old and retired from knightdom and had given it to someone else to guard. In turn they handed it to their minstrel to escape with during the raid only for them to lose it in the Wyrd and have it taken to a tomb. Get into the tomb and the Lady of the Lake spirits it away. Meanwhile you must assist the knights against the tides of monsters and restore the shrines of knighthood with the very long names that I honestly glossed over and could not tell you what they were in the first place. 

Which does make me question the length of time between the fall of King Arturious and present day. Because Mallory and Morgathe led the assault on the King and Mallory was killed while Morganthe fled still under the guise of ambitious student of Merle Ambrose. But sometime between then and now she brought about the fall of Celestia in an almost completely manner that the Marleybonians know nothing about them save for the ruins left before. And all that time Avalon has just been surviving against the Pendragon…honestly it is all a bit too confusing trying to put everything in order. At least with Malistaire it was relatively real time. On a side note the biggest gripe would be the Zeke quests and the tapestry quest. This time around they don’t say exactly where these items are. By that I mean, say you’ll find this crow somewhere in the Cave of the Lightening Lizard or this tapestry is in Bolga’s Tower. No instead you get the lovely vague indicator of High Road or Outer Yard. Honestly it is very aggravating for you to have to investigate every single instance in the off chance the crow or rug is there otherwise you’ll just have to do the instance all over again and at least half of those areas will not let you sneak around enemies. If it were not for the online guides, the trouble for extra two training points would have barely been worth it (not that it entirely matters since you only have 60 slots for attacks anyway). 

Most of your side quests revolve around helping the knights and recruiting others to the fight even though they don’t partake in the final battle. Half of them are errand jobs that means a lot of fighting the same sets of enemies that can be a bit repetitive. Thankfully most of these are easy to dispatch. If you’re really unlucky, you might get the “kill x amount of enemies” badge. Hasn’t quite happened to me, but it was very lucky.

That aside it was still a nice place to explore around and it looks like we’re going to head to the land of dinosaurs. Wonder if I should look into training raptors? Take to the Sky my Friends!

#Wizard101 #w101 #w101 avalon #avalon #kane owldust

[dork-empress]

TAZ Angst drabble 1

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Magnus confronts Lucretia about the memory erasing thing

It was almost comical how fast they’d managed to throw a party after the day of story and song. Merle had started it, they were pretty sure, the minute they’d reconvened with his kids. Now he was dancing the most ridiculous steps he could think of, Mookie copying him, and Mavis torn between embarrassment and amusement she couldn’t hide. Magnus smiled.

A small crowd had formed around Davenport, both of Bureau members and others who were curious for more details about how the Starblaster mission came about and what happened. Davenport was back to his official Cap’nport seriousness, though he used illusions to explain what was going on for effect. Magnus raised an eyebrow at a distance when his stories got a little over elaborate, but Davenport didn’t notice.

Barry, Lup, Taako, and Kravitz were all huddled together out of the way, no doubt negotiating a way for Barry and Lup not to be taken to death prison. Kravitz looked stressed, but the way Taako was leaning on him there was no doubt he’d soon cave and work something out. Magnus recognized that look, he knew a man weak to his love when he saw it.

Killian and Carey were passed out. Carey was draped on top of her girlfriend, Killian’s arm around her and sitting slightly upright, which told Magnus Carey fell asleep first. Magnus nodded Avi over and told him to find a blanket for them. Someone needed to be resting around here.

He made it over to Lucretia, who was standing separate from anyone else. She looked at him for a moment, acknowledging his presence, but went back to staring. They stood, side by side, watching all the joy of the people living in this place. “I almost ended….all of this,” Lucretia said quietly.

“Yup,” Magnus said. She sent him a side glare, “What, you want me to sugar coat it? You were just looking out for our best interests? I know that already.”

Lucretia sighed, “Magnus...I know you’re mad, but there’s nothing you could say to me to make me hate myself more than I do, so--”

“I didn’t come over here for that.”

She raised an eyebrow, looking up at him. He took a sigh, “I came to say thank you.”

She turned away from the party now, giving him her full attention. “What for?”

Magnus sighed, “Well. I mean. In some ways you were right. I couldn’t have been happy the way things were after we left the relics. I couldn’t have just gone down to the planet and….and had a normal life. My normal life.”

“I tried,” Lucretia said, “I tried to leave you where you could be happy, but I didn’t know about Governor Kalin, I--”

“I know,” He said, “But...even if it was taken away from me...I still had that. For however short a time. I had Julia, and a family and a home and….and everything I hadn’t had in a long time. I couldn’t appreciate that because I didn’t know that, but I sure as hell appreciate it now that it’s gone, so...so thank you.”

Lucretia nodded, “I checked in on you a few times. Under a guise of course. But she...she seemed nice.”

Magnus couldn’t help the little smile as his eyes filled just enough with tears to be blurry, but not enough to fall. “Yeah, well.” He took a sigh, “This doesn’t mean I forgive you. We should have figured this out TOGETHER, it could have prevented a lot. It’s gonna take some serious groveling before I let you forget taking my grandson from me.”

She screwed up her face, “Grandson?”

“Fischer junior!!” Magnus said, and Lucretia actually smiled. “He was so cute! I never got to see Fischer when he was that little!”

Lucretia’s smile turned brighter, and she even managed a chuckle. “His egg was adorable. It was like, this little handheld droplet of water, but when you touched it, it jiggled.”

Magnus gasped so dramatically he nearly swallowed his tongue. “Get the starblaster,” he said.

“What?” Lucretia chuckled.

“We have to get to the conservatory planet! I must see the voidfish eggs!!”

Lucretia laughed harder than she had in twelve years.

#taz #the adventure zone #magnus burnsides #lucretia #laura writes

[turnipmage]

@electricjudgement​ 8) well. since you asked

dr. oscar blackmoore is a soft-spoken mild-mannered medical practitioner (mostly physician, but is trained in general surgery and also works as a mortician). he’s part of a world i have with sam aka @merle-casts-zone-of-truth(more under cut, including some more doodles >:) )

his primary work is as a physician for the local creature population (”creatures” being the term for the monster-like beings that inhabit a dimension/world parallel to earth, the majority of whom fled to earth centuries ago), while at night he’s contracted out as a mortician for the mob, while also providing healthcare services for its members. particularly their boss, arthur

of course, oscar, himself, is a creature. in particular, he’s from a species of vampire-adjacent beings known for their long life span and being, like, really goddamn weird and as a species closed off from the rest of the creature world. also vaguely bug-like. for a quick run down, they drink blood, have six arms, have a somewhat chitinous shell covering parts of them, are around 7′, and all of their limbs are doublejointed. i’m still working on their design, but here’s a rough look, with the second set of teeth representing what oscars looks like a bit in his half-transformed form. (yes oscar can change from one form to another with the help of glamour, his own being a modified version that allows for gradual change. his species cant change to humans on a whim, as neither can most creatures.)

now, in his own species’ terms, oscars about mid-thirties, but to other creatures, and humans especially, you could call oscar old. he was part of the first mass movement of creatures from their home world to earth, taking place roughly in the 17th century, though he was alive for at least a century prior to that, living in his old all-vampire hometown. why did he leave? well, he doesn’t like to talk about it (”if i dwell on past mistakes any more than i already do ill die”), but reportedly its got something to do with necromancy and him making extremely bad decisions

once he’d crossed over onto earth, he mostly stayed closed off. it’s a fact he’s ashamed of nowadays, but oscar was.... quite a bit of an asshole when he was younger. so he wasnt just trying to keep his creature identity secret from his new human neighbors, but he just couldn’t give two shits about the people around him,and in many cases enjoyed actively terrorizing the locals at night with his... less than human characteristics. until he met vincent, a handsome, spirited pirate with dreams of hitting it big.  the two were basically inseparable for a years, in love, as vincent rose in infamy and wealth (eventually becoming captain of his own crew), but a nasty falling out led to them losing contact, and vincent hitting the chopping block, likely due to something oscar had done. at the time, oscar pretended not to be bothered, but he noticeably refused to get close to another human again for quite a long time

sometime after, oscar was enlisted to help another creature who had moved in the first wave, caroline. this part of the timeline is pretty muddled as we havent gotten to ironing it out just yet, but oscar helped caroline and her growing group of people by acting as their doctor, and over time, the two grew to be close friends, and for a long time were the closest the other had. caroline ignored or actively encouraged oscars not super great mindset, allowing oscar to go out and attack/feed off of humans at night. during that same time, vincent, suddenly a ghost now and also king of the underworld (long story), found out oscar was still alive, flpped, and proceeded to start haunting the shit out of him. and... thats where it was at, for a while.

but then, suddenly, a few centuries later, closer to the present day, a new janitor is hired, a cute upbeat guy called lance. and oscar is smitten.

they get to know eachother, gradually, and become friends. lances influence strong on him, oscar begins to pull away from caroline, and from the more toxic mindset of the work environment she’s created, and starts to think over himself and his actions. it isnt until lance leaves, and oscar goes with him, that he decides to make an effort to try and be a better person. and so far, he’s definitely succeeded in turning himself around.  he’s also started making amends with vincent, and the two are also quickly growing closer again. at some point during everything with lance, he also gets contacted by the mob, and starts doing contract work for them.

 nowadays, oscar is much kinder and more considerate than he’s been in the past. he has an aversion to hurting people and tries to make life easier for the people around him. hes maybe a little exasperated sometimes, but he gives people the benefit of the doubt, and tends to try to hold off on getting angry when possible. he’s a bit of a worrywart, and has a tendency to mother hen the other ocs, fretting over them if they get hurt 

some more miscellaneous details about him:

-absolute goth nerd

-enjoys victorian-era outfits and wears somewhat toned-down versions of them as his daily wear

-theatre kid, generally playfully dramatic

-can sing pretty gd well

-plays violin

-has MULTIPLE pet bugs

-trans man, considers himself bisexual and queer

-has ddr competitions with lance

-can’t hold his alcohol worth shit

-definitely not a vampire, lance

-definitely not a necrophiliac, lance

-still holds out hope that caroline, like him, will eventually come around and stop being as much of an ass

-his double-jointed-ness from his creature form carries over to his human guise

-more that im forgetting we need to start writing this stuff down

-a triplet, with his two sisters

so thats the general gist of him, im leaving out a decent amount bc my hand is cramping from doodling and also i may just want to leave those as a surprise. 

while writing this i realized that parts of his story dont quite make a lot of sense? unless you know about the timelines of the other ocs?? so if theres questions on stuff feel free to ask me or sam

#oc: oscar #theres my gd novel

[griffinmcelroysvorecorner]

imagine if balance and amnesty crossed over. duck, sitting with lucy and Davenport in lawn chairs, watching Lup and Aubrey do fire tricks with a fire extinguisher raring and ready to go. Garfield and Ned get along well being sleezy little businessmen, and Garfield is delighted to hear there’s another giant business cat. taako harassing aubrey for dressing like a disaster gay, magnus sneaking up on duck “because he’s so high strung!” and also gifting him a carved duckbutt. and duck is entirely over it. ha ha. thank you magnus. he tells Aubrey to burn it. Ned managed to sell Barry a ton of crap because he may be a lich, but he’s a nice lich and sometimes just can’t say no. and lup laughs at him but also threatens Ned a little who is completely oblivious. merle flirts with ned a little, who is completely oblivious still. he also tries to convert aubrey to pan under the guise that she’ll “get a cool wooden arm just like his,” to which his pinkie falls off again and he’s like well, only if you get in a tragic accident like I did, and it grows back. and duck pipes in like “well i got a (cough) cool (cough) sword and a destiny I guess so maybe I’m just a teensy bit better off than you. yknow. cause I didn’t lose an arm.” and merle laughs and is like well can you do THIS and a little flower sprouts out, to which duck admits no, he can’t do that, but his sword can talk, so...

just. Imagine.

#taz balance #taz amnesty #merle highchurch #taako taaco #lup taaco #barry bluejeans #aubrey little #duck newton #lucretia #davenport #ned chicane #uhhhhhhhh #magnus burnsides #garfield the deals warlock

[500sunstone]

[during sex]

Me: i want you to hurt me

Her: morganthe was exiled from her own school just because she dared to harmlessly learn something out of curriculum

Me: what

Her: merle ambrose did it under the guise of protecting her from danger but in the end all he did was hurt her and send some other student who's in under his "protection" to kill her, never fully leaving morganthe alone after ravenwood

Me: stop

#wizard101

[fatelewdorder]

Inside a small shop at the corner of the street. There is a smapl shop there with a small sign that said. "Merl's Cauldron." Inside there was a woman. Sitting on the counter fiddling with a small amulet. An ominous purple light began to glow around her hand. And absorbed into the pendant. She seem satisfied with it and decide to put it on the shelf.

Inside this is where her magical shop is. Hiding under a guise of a jewelry mixed with pawn shop. An odd combination but just like the old said. If it work then it's not stupid. "Mh~ I wonder when my new assitance will come.."

@betrayedtemptations